Narrow is our vision to hold that it is the pleasant expressions of nature that hold the most treasure. Narrow it is of us to wish her to share only those expressions that suit what we wish to feel – the warmth of summer on our face, the beauty of autumn in our eyes. How can we believe these are the best of her offerings when the cold of winter ushers forth the birth of spring?
Orange autumn leaves on crisp white snow.
I am sitting in the cold writing these words just so I can be near her. My fingers and toes falling victim to the temperature as I feel myself falling open to her wisdom, as I feel the fog clearing from my eyes, my heart. She invited me to sit down beside her, glorified, humbled, resurrected.